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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, you’d cruise some sketchy street, dodgin’ cops like it’s a damn heist movie. Now? It’s all apps, cryptic posts on X, coded emojis—eggplant this, peach that. I’m like, what’s this, a fruit salad?! Drives me nuts! I’m scrollin’, thinkin’, “This is not a game, this is my life!”—straight outta Carlos, baby. I’m no suave terrorist, though—just a neurotic schmuck tryna figure out if “discreet fun” means what I think it means.

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There's this small park, Redwood Grove—it’s a hidden gem. It's not all easy peasy shiny things; it's grittier, ya know? The kids play, old timers reminisce, and I sit on a worn bench all alone thinkin’, “Unleash the power within!” And next door, there's a funky mural on 3rd Street—its colors echo hope and messiness.

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